March of the Penguins

So, this morning I spent about an hour and a half getting to school and on the way I resolved to look at some cars on the way back... I really don't want to own a car and now I'm all overwhelmed with money and budgets and all this grown-up stuff I don't really want to deal with. At the same time I can't afford the three or more hours per day it will take me to travel to and from work every day. Especially not with the group I'll have at school, I'm going to need all my energy for them... believe me. It promises to be fun and challenging. . . . .

After almost picking a fight with some young salesperson at the Subaru dealership after he said something along the lines of "I can't imagine what kind of crazy driver you are to be in these accidents" after I told him I wanted something safe (and why).... not the best way to make my money. I almost stormed out but had walked through industrial wasteland from the not-so-near bus-stop so I decided to take a deep breath and carry on. Ummm so the Impreza is fun to drive, but also kind of expensive, yeah?! And nobody sells them used really because they're so great, I guess. ANYWAY. If you have suggestions I'm open to them. Including donations.

Back to the title of this post. I just got back from it. It's amazing. I laughed, I cried, I did all the things you do in a really great drama, except this one was REAL. A true love story, brought to you from Antarctica. I feel kind of weak trying to explain it to you, I just can't quite relay how touching it is to see how the Emperor penguins take care of each other and the struggles they go through every winter to bring new life into the world.... Yeah, here's me, the big cheeseball over here, crying about the birds again.... *sigh*